“Shit,” she says. The tears welling in her brown eyes tell me that my words have hit their mark.
She paces the room while running her fingers through the hair flowing over her shoulders. I stand back and give her some space to gather her thoughts.
“I didn’t take any of that into account. I just saw the problem and ran to find a way to fix it,” she says, shaking her head like she’s trying to rattle it into functioning properly.
I cross my arms and lean against my desk. “I know. I’ve been in that position before.”
She stops moving and faces me with concern written all over her beautiful face. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. Tell me what I can do to make this right.”
I hold my arms out to my sides, opening myself to her. “Come, take what’s yours. Be selfish with me and trust me when I say I’ll be selfish with you, too.”
“Be selfish with you,” she quietly repeats.
“Yes, extremely selfish.”
Raelle’s eyes darken with desire and her slender fingers move to her robe’s sash. The satin slips from her shoulders and drifts to her feet, leaving her wrapped in fine lace and form-hugging satin. Her eyes dart to the chair behind my desk and she says, “Sit.”
As I follow her order, I reach behind my neck and grab my shirt, pulling it over my head. Lowering to my chair, I keep my gaze on her as she steps closer. She stops between my legs and brushes her palm down the side of my face. The innocent touch is enough to have my cock straining in my pants again.
“I’m really sorry,” she says, her voice soft with sincerity.
I don’t fight the cocky smirk that tilts one side of my mouth up. “Prove it.”
She bends to her knees and places her palms on my thighs. They glide over the smooth leather of my pants until her fingertips tease the tie in the front. She tugs the bow loose and looks up at me as she frees my cock. Her hand wraps around me, and my eyes flutter shut. Months. I’ve gone months without her touch. It could have been years by the way my body responds to her.
I grow so hard in her hold that a groan of pleasure and pain slips from my mouth. Plenty of nights have been spent with my cock in my hand, but nothing compares to this—her soft palm, her hold on me. I grip the arms of my chair as her hand moves in long, fluid strokes. The urge to lose myself is so intense that I stop breathing, battling to keep it at bay. I’m not ready for this to end, not when it has just started.
“Do you feel how remorseful I am?” she asks, her breath flowing over the damp tip of my cock.
I slide my fingers through her hair and gather it at the back of her head. Pressing down, I move her face closer. “Open for me,” I demand.
Her tongue darts out and sweeps up the underside of my shaft.
“More,” I say, low and raspy, guiding the head of my cock between her parted lips.
The gentle suction, her tongue lapping over me, the wet warmth of her mouth. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until she fell to her knees. My world has been smudges of murky gray without her. The air was too heavy to breathe, and everything was dreary. I was functioning in a catatonic state until she brought my world to life, painting it in vivid colors. I’ll never go back.
Warmth spreads through my stomach. Chasing the sensation, I thrust into her mouth. With each stroke, the pressure builds. I’m on the verge of giving into the need sheignites in me. Statera help me, I want to release in the warmth of her mouth, to watch as she swallows every drop I give her.
I tug Raelle’s hair, pulling her away from me. “Come here,” I say.
She lifts her nightgown’s skirt, exposing her toned legs. I grip the back of her thighs and pull her on top of me. I slide her nightgown over her head, leaving her beautifully naked.
“Do I need to?—”
“No,” she says with a sly smile. “I started the elixir the day after I came home. We won’t create an heir today, my king.”
She presents her body like an offering laid upon my altar. Her thighs tremble against mine and the pink tips of her breasts harden. My parah is at my mercy, and I’ve never felt more like a king.
I tangle my fingers in the hair at her nape and hold her waist. “Show me just how selfish you can be with me, princess.”
Raelle holds my stare and reaches between us. Her fingers circle my cock, guiding it to her slick, warm entrance. The muscles in my arms flex as I fight not to pull her down on me fast and hard. I crave to feel her tightening around me, to thrust into her until she is screaming my name for the entire palace to hear. But it’s been too long since her body accepted mine, and the last thing I want is for her to feel anything but bliss. I rest my head back and exhale as she sinks down at a painfully slow pace.
When the juncture of her legs reaches me, she threads her fingers in my hair and caresses my lips with hers. I drag my palm over her breast, loving how her hard nipple presses into my skin. Her lips part with a sigh, and she rolls her hips. The teasing rhythm she sets is like a wave lapping upon the shore. And I want nothing more than to drown in her.
My skin grows tight over my bones, and the pressure builds low in my stomach. I run my hand up her spine and thrust into her. “You’re being such a good girl, taking what you need.”
She smiles at my praise, and her tender strokes grow more urgent.
